An Elderly Man Sat Fishing On A Wooden Pier Until Three Young Men Approached Him

You’re not from around here, are you?”

Viktor did not answer immediately. He reeled in the line slowly, checked the bait, lowered it back with care, and only then half-turned his head, enough to look at them without fully facing them.

There were three. The one who had spoken was in front, perhaps twenty-two, wearing a jacket with a collar turned up continue reading …